If Dzirnavu was skipping a meal for the sake of his pleasure, itwouldn't hurt him a bit. She had to know as much. By that, of course, she meant people of Kaunian blood,her notion of civilization extending no further. , but only a little, for Merovec's continagood fortune - indeed, quite possibly, Merovec's continued survival -depended on Rathar's.
Everybody's fair game toMezentio's men. She did not look back, nor wonder even for went, she a moment what the coachman would do till it was time to retn' eve her. Whatever the egg of herthought was, though, she didn't drop it on his head, as she assuredlywould have before. Then he cursed again ingood earnest this time: while he'd been eyeing Tirgoviste,Mezentio's men on the island had spotted him, too.
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